The historians' history of the world in twenty-five volumes, volume 01 : $b Prolegomena; Egypt, Mesopotamia
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The historians' history of the world in twenty-five volumes, volume 01 : $b Prolegomena; Egypt, Mesopotamia
World history
“Why do you say that an infantry officer is happier than a scribe?”
asked a scribe of his pupil. “Let me describe to you the lot of an
infantry officer, and the extent of his miseries. He is taken when
quite a child and shut up in a barrack; a cutting sore forms on his
stomach; a wearing pain is in his eye; an open wound is on his two
eyebrows; his head is split and covered with matter. In short, he is
beaten like a roll of papyrus, he is bruised by the pressure of arms.
Come and let me tell you of his marches towards Syria and his campaigns
in distant countries. His bread and his water are on his shoulder like
an ass’s burden, and make the nape of his neck like that of an ass. The
joints of his spine are broken; he drinks putrid water, then returns
to his watch. If he reaches the enemy, he trembles like a goose, for
he has no valour. If he end by returning to Egypt, he is like a tick
consumed by the worm. If he be ill, what alleviation does he have? He
is taken away on an ass; his clothes are carried off by robbers; his
domestics flee from him. That is the foot-soldier, and the cavalry one
is not much better treated. The scribe Amenonopit says to the scribe
Penbisit: ‘When this written communication reaches thee, apply yourself
to becoming a scribe, and you will rise in the world. Come, let me tell
you of the fatiguing duties of a chariot officer:
“‘When he is placed at school by his father and mother, he has to give
away two of his slaves. After he dons his uniform, he goes to choose
his horses in the stable. In the presence of his Majesty, he takes the
good steeds and with shouts of joy wishes to bring them to the town at
a gallop. But the horses will not go without a stick. Then, as he does
not know what fate awaits him, he bequeaths all his goods to his father
and mother. He goes off then with a chariot, but its pole weighs more
than twice the weight of the chariot. So when he wishes to gallop with
this chariot, he is forced to get down and pull it. He does so, falls
on to a reptile, slips into the brushwood, his legs are bitten by the
reptile, his heel is pierced by the bite, his misery is extreme. He
lies on the ground and receives a hundred blows.’”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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